Vulture Poems - Poems about Vulture

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Vulture

You have shown me
Truly
What it means 
To be a vulture amongst mourning doves
To witness pain, 
Absolute and final,
And feel only hunger 
Gnawing with merciless lust, are we 
On the skin
On delicacies uncared for
With no regard for what once was 
Only what can now be 

Fonty The Vegan Vulture

Fonty was a vegan Vulture. 

Other Vultures tried to offer their advice 

Told him they were created as carnivores and eating 
meat 

Is an essential part of their diet.

He stayed true to his commitment to be a vegan

Ate fruit and berries but they never satisfied his appetite 

He resulted to stealing stale bread from pigeons

Vulture

Vulture 

Accusations take wing, like Vultures carcass cleans.
The guilty are ashamed, not satisfied with screams.
Enjoy the life you bought, with every hateful word.
Forgiveness is a choice, not something one deserves. 

(Alternate ending:
Forgiveness is too low, for dead- flesh eating birds. 

Which would you choose first or second ending?)

The Process of Introspection

I found envy
in the windswept field
filled with bright buttercups
and pollen laced gusts.
Tall grass thrashed
where the angels flashed
and flaunted silver wings.
Made of faith,
exuding grace.

I found rage. Eyes 
tied to weights, awake
lying next to carrion
a convulsing vulture ripped away
Her ivory dress, caked in gore
the bald bird always needed 
more

I sat silent in the grass,
moping. Hoping it would

Spotting the Turkey Buzzards

why are vultures in the road today?
red necks are completely ugly
devouring their carrion
they give me the willies
red turkey buzzards
road kill dessert
good bye mole
tasty
food

Torture Is No Nice Picture

It was my public leeture
About man's links with Torture
How it seems tied to Nature
And an idea to nurture...

"Yet, it can't be a culture,
Torture like Beak of Vulture,
Which Carrions face like Torture,
The Final Grant: A Suture...

In man it's An Aperture
Welcoming Prompt Ligature...

"Torture is no nice picture:
A Sadist's Acupuncture,
On receivers some puncture."

Ravenous Vulture

I’ve been harkening back to my formative years 
Haunting seedy seaport bars in Keelung,
Navigating strange interventions abroad,
While adjusting my ears to an alien tongue.

On the streets of the market the game was afoot.
I bought a gold earring and a butterfly knife,
Then ran after numerous Dead Sea trolls,
The cause and effect of a nautical life.

I came

Vulture Angel

that last step,
veins protruding under the skin,
the other imperfections and these eyes,
eyes of distance.
flaky is the word for the skin, brittle. 
not good, evokes the time implacable.
it is always destruction that rushes forward.
skin, in this case bark ex-house.
that last step,
the color seems gray, but it is a condition.
something that would be solemn in books,
but totally

Money Matters

Just like that, he started a venture
Intended to salute their culture,
In his speech creating that picture;
The high hopes he did nurture 
About its supportive infrastructure 
And advertising superstructure…

Then, finance became the torture, 
With its photo of an ugly vulture; 
Inventor forcing out of his rapture,
The invented threatening with capture…

Any need now to contend that Money

Who Is My Real Enemy

They might be our real enemies
But they don’t smoke as much cannabis, 
Your schemed wars thriller to the vulture
And that’s the truest darkest picture!

They scramble for our lowest money,
Never its restrictions finding funny;
Their brothers reviving our fainting shoes:
The hardly polished after their stubborn use;
With us initiating the silly prices 
That regard gives none to how

Who Will Feed First

Who will feed first I wonder
As vultures fly in, surrounding the carcass.
I begin to count them. 45, 46, 47…..92.
I lose count at 93, but do not feel like starting over.

The biggest birds feed first 
Because they had the strength to rip the animal open.
It was something I could no longer bear to watch.
So much for

An Ode To the Scavenger

(1)
Strophe
Slowly and slowly fly the mighty feathers:
the uncanny wrath bearer, the poacher's prey,
the bald bizzare stigmatic cryptic creature, the ecology's majestic role player;
the curtain raiser of ecosystem's  air purifier.

Alas! Your iconographic role is omitted,
you, the saviour of the mortal race
from the contagious diseases.
Astounded! How you uncontaminated dear environment.
Your poaching has taken away
the soul of

Cycle of Life

At the Kruger National Park, an elephant carcass, predators dine at same time,
Lions and vultures devouring their foul find, a scorching sun, predator’s clime.




‘CLIME’ means a region with reference to its climate – Kruger park mostly hot, sometimes scorching

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Vulture In Our Culture We Should Rupture

Vulture In Our Culture We Should Rupture

a well known vulture
found clinging to our culture
giving a gesture

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